Dear Dad, Mum's Gone.

This story is for the History Competition.
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1. It's All Declared.

"This morning, our British Ambassador handed Berlin a note stating that if we did not hear from them by 11:00am this morning, our country would be at war. We have not heard from them. We are now officially at war."


I turned to my mother, who gave such a look to my father, I thought that it meant it was her final goodbye. I wanted to say something, anything, to stop this. From then on, our lives changed forever. There was no going back.

"Mother, I don't understand. We are at war, yes? What does being at war mean, mother? Are we going to die?"

Mother was quiet, and so was father. Neither of them spoke. Robert and Ralph filled the silence with gun noises, created from the parting of their lips. They blew what sounded like raspberries. Apparently, they were supposed to be bomb noises.

"Pack it in, the both of you! To your bedrooms, now!"

Mothers voice was harsh, but weak. Both boys marched up the stairs and into their room. Ralph turned on the top step. He was 5.

"Nancy, war is bad. War is not good at all." He left his spot, and disappeared into his bedroom with Robert. The radio began to crackle, but I didn't want to hear anything else. I turned the dial, and the radio stopped completely. The Grandfather clock behind me ticked into the silence, filling the room with an uncomfortable atmosphere. I didn't speak. Neither did mother or father. Not for a while, anyway. After what I thought was hours, somebody spoke up. It was father.

" I must join. I must leave. I will sign up with John tomorrow..."

"No! You are not leaving us, Edward!"

Father didn't speak, but mother knew she was defeated. He was leaving us, to fight. He was going to head out to war, and fight for our country, like a true soldier would. And, true to his word, he did.


The following day was a day of emotions. Mother drove father back from the Hall, where father had signed up. He was now part of the war.

"It is exciting, though" he repeated, when I asked him again why he was doing this. I couldn't believe he was going through with it all.

"But I want you children to be safe, Nancy, especially Ralph. He is the youngest, and I want him to still be here when I come back. They said it'll all be over by Christmas. I promise you, Nancy, I won't be gone long. I will still be here for you. And remember, I am always true to my word."

I could not complain with that. He was the best promise-keeper there was. He'd never once broken a promise, to any of us. Not mother, not Robert, not Ralph. And, if anything, I would help mother. I would help the children as well, I would keep them safe if anything happened, anything that threatened their lives. Even if it was a blood-thirsty German.

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